If while in a car another should strike me
With no occupants it would a surprise be
But if a driver would hit me when
In a fury of anger I would react then
So is it myself for whom I feel
Because he dethroned me at the wheel
The answer is yes there is no doubt
In foolish tribute I then do pout
But fear not there is a victor here
Triumphal march of the spoils dear
No matter the guilty of this great sin
The insurance company will always win